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All of you cock-pullers are frontin |
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Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin |
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To better ya |
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For any chick you want, |
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I'm gettin her |
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Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera |
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Who the one to entertain and fume with? |
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Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with? |
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Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet |
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Every rapper rap maggot underneath |
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Rick's feet |
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Evicted - why you tryin to find shit to lick with? |
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Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to |
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Slick Rick |
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Though you pretend to be glory |
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I'm number one, that's the end of the story |
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The black |
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Clark Gable leave you numb |
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Every single one, frontin on your label is a bum |
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Let me slow it down, that's enough of that |
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This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats [Chorus: x2] |
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From New York to |
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Cali none'll fuck with the awkward, you think |
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Muhammad Ali used to talk shit? |
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Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya |
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And even I got de-ported, |
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I Own America [Slick Rick] |
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He's so crazy - |
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I smash rippin up the place |
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Give the mack a taste - |
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I wipe my ass with a rapper face |
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Cars come to a dead stop |
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Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop |
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Tycoon rush at the richest |
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Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches |
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Even without, car money to budget |
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I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects |
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Knahmean? |
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Bitches are in awe at the lingo |
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Know that |
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Rick'll put an end to all rapper income |
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An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields |
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France nor |
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Italy can fuck with my designer skills |
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Saltin inferior, faultin to where we are |
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Tryin to find fault in superior |
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Let me slow it down, that's enough of that |
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This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats [Chorus] [Slick Rick] |
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You lack the taste hook |
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I'm stickin em with |
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While degenrate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm) |
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And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy |
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Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin |
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Feet planted on deep black firmament |
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Bow - in the presence of who lead rap permanent |
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Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids |
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You stunk, cause mortals ain't shit to conquer |
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Somebody said new pharoahes have appeared |
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How when everything |
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I wore ten years ago you wear now? |
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I coulda murder heard a word out quick |
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Rick stomp it kid |
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Hung to it, you complete bum to |
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Rick Source |
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Awards, yeah |
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Rick every seminar |
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Even make |
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Sadaam Hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm) |
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Let me slow it down, that's enough of that |
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This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats [Chorus] |
